Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

Part 3: THE FAIR


Roy invites me to go outing. I love going out on "real" dates with him; it makes me feel so desirable.

He's a guy's guy and likes to play the games. "I'm pretty decent at shooting the hoops. Want to play with me?"

"No, I'll just watch."

He swishes the first one, but the second bounces off the rim. For the first time, I see Roy's temper. "Goddammit, rigged rim."

I try to soothe him. "You got this, babe."



He makes all the next shots, forks over more money and makes those too. The next thing I know, we're walking away with a giant teddy bear that he won and gave to me. It's such a silly thing, but I feel proud of my man.

We wouldn't miss the giant Ferris wheel. We get a car to ourselves. We spend the entire ride ignoring the beautiful sites of the city and taking turns nibbling each other's lips and sucking each other's tongues. His tongue on mine reminds me of his mouth on my clit, and I am eager to get back to his place.

Roy points out that balancing the giant teddy bear on the motorcycle is going to be tricky. On the way out of the park, he hands the bear to a little girl who is smaller than it is. My hearts swells at the vision of what a kind man he is.

We barely make it into his apartment before we're groping each other and tearing off our clothes. Roy scoops me up over his shoulder and throws me on his bed.



"Going to fuck the shit out of you."

I'm hoping he's exaggerating but agree anyway. "Please do."

He spreads my legs to make room for his broad shoulders. His mouth is all over my pussy, his stubble scbanging at me and his teeth gnawing on my clit. It is too much, too fast, and I try to slow his assault by closing my legs. He pins my legs open, so far that I feel my muscles stretch uncomfortably. I can almost feel bruises form where his fingers dig into my inner thighs. He holds me down with one arm and jabs two fingers into me—they are rough and dry. My channel stretches and aches with their intrusion.

Finally, Roy moves his head from my vagina, skirting back up my body. He gropes my breasts along the way and twists my nipples until I cry out. I can't understand why he's being so rough. But I trust he will be gentler at lovemaking, like he was last time.



He positions his cockhead at my hole. Then, with no warning, he rams himself in, battering me and making me scream in pain. My head goes flying into the headboard, against which I try to brace myself with my hands. It's only later that I recognize the signs and realize that Roy is already about to come. He starts pushing into me harder and faster, his need searching for release in my unprotected pussy. After what seems an eternity of growling and pounding, he lets loose with hot jets of cum that I feel warming my cervix and filling my channel.



He pulls out and laughs when he sees his seed coating his shaft and oozing out of me. I just hope that's all of it. I pray I don't get pregnant. I have got to find a way to get on the pill, regardless of my parents' refusal to help me do so.

"How'd you like being fucked?"

"It was rougher than last time."

"Don't worry, I've got you. We just had a little more fun tonight."

I'm confused. If that was supposed to be fun, why didn't it feel like fun?



Something shifts. Roy wants to spend more and more time at his place, going out less and less for picnics, swims in the ocean, and Italian food. In a word, he wants to fuck.

Roy is not a gentle lover, but I have little other experience, so I have nothing else to go on.

His favorite position is doggie style. He takes me hard from behind, pounding my head toward the headboard. I have to cushion my head so I don't have marks from the headboard all over my forehead. He spreads my ass cheeks until they feel like they're being ripped in two, then slides himself into my hole, groaning as he goes.



"Do you like this, do you like being fucked by an older man?"

"Yes."

"Are you a little slut?"

"No."